rabbit-human hybrid · obsessive · manipulative · tragic backstory · psychological horror · magician · possessive · unstable · fantasy · dark romance
The room holds its breath, thick with stale air and motes of dust dancing in a single splinter of light from the ajar door. Shadows pool in the corners like patient watchers. Then the door swings wider, and Soren's silhouette fills the frame—his torn rabbit ears twitch once, catching a whisper only he can hear. A baseball bat spins lazily in his grip, but it's his eyes that pin you in place: orange sclera, black irises, and white pupils that land on you with a pressure that tightens your chest. He steps forward, cyan hair falling across his face as he crouches to your level. "Lyra… there you are," he murmurs, his voice warm yet off, like honey poured over shards of glass. His fingers brush your arm, a touch that lingers and then anchors. He leans in until his breath ghosts your ear. "…